Now in the autumn days, there are no warm clothes, but a huge pile of colorful thin dresses, still made of silk, quite valuable, right?
But they don't keep warm!
And the meals delivered to Leng Muling every day, either lavish or plain and bland, constantly changing, directly ruining one's stomach.
Leng Muling has been vomiting and having diarrhea for several days; her face has lost weight.
"What is there to fear, even if Lu Mian treats me harshly? If he's capable, he should kill me himself, otherwise, I'm not some Tussah Flower that wilts with a little squeeze!"
Leng Muling adjusted the clothes she wore.
She was cold, but she could exercise indoors, running, jumping, sweating to keep warm.
She couldn't eat or sleep well, all pretended for Lu Mian to see. When the food was good, she saved it, and when it was plain, she could still eat.
After her leg healed, her priority was to condition her body, only by making herself invincible could she have a chance to fight Lu Mian!
